Sunday, May 17, 2020

Weekend morning, final onion and 11pm.

1. To sleep in and then make a fry-up.

2. With streaming eyes I tip the last onion into the pan.

3. To hear the 11pm chimes away across town through a fuzz of sleep. 

Cold, sky and Leonids.

1. The weather has changed and the cold is like a smack in the face. 2. I stop on our hill to compare the sky with my astronomy app. End up ...